and as if by magic…

I walk the many mile. Sometimes I hitch sometimes I am sitting. Sometimes the roads are short and sometimes they are spinning. I cover many of the many mile now. Too many to tracking. I only is knowing that where I is now being the peoples speak in a different langauge and I pointing and shouting to buy my bread and washing powder. I still going south way.

You still not know where I going too?

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